Yesterday, I did something so perverse I still can’t think of a way to properly break it to my family when I call them tomorrow afternoon. I was raised in very certain way, to appreciate certain things, and adhere to certain behaviors. There is a characteristic that is so fundamental to the Bravo family that, by undermining it, I should look into expediting the process of changing my last name. After all, after what I’ve done am I still a Bravo?
Dear blog, I’m sorry if you’ve been feeling a bit abandoned lately. I know I apologized last week and I shouldn’t grovel. Which I’m totally not doing. I just wanted to let you know that you’re not the only one suffering from my moments of desertion. Blog, this is my car, Nose. Also known as “Dah-ris’ Yah-ris”.
So let’s not dwell in the past. A pretty big milestone is on my horizon and it’s blocking my creative energy. Actually the reason I’ve been away from the blogosphere is that I wasn’t sure how to draft this blog post. I’ve been thinking it over for weeks and because of that I can’t write about anything else. Except for an odd quip here and there about a cool photo I took.
To say I’ve been swallowed up whole by the belly of the semester (i.e. scrambling to keep with schoolwork as the semester rushes to a close) would be an understatement. But that doesn’t mean I can neglect the one extracurricular activity that’s been there for me through thick and thin, without ever asking for any thanks, glory, or Christmas gifts. As I prepare a stellar blog post, behold the beauty of spring.
Mine would read: “Daydreaming graduate student seeks new novel for pre-bedtime reading and other moments of reality departure.”
In order to understand my excitement over perhaps the nerdiest thing I’ve done in a while, it helps to go back to the beginning. Or at least to January 13th, when I got my first Smartphone.
I really loved college. The way I feel about my undergrad experience is the way John Hughes feels about high school. It was so life-altering that, like Rob Lowe in St. Elmo’s Fire, I find it difficult to move on. Even after all this time, it still seems very alive to me. As so many UT seniors prepare to graduate in a couple of months, all I can say is try as you might, this moment shall pass, swifter than you’d like.
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A few weeks ago Alexandria Sese, a student at the University of Illinois at Chicago, contacted me about my blog post: The Sleepover Factor. We talked further about my college experience, my habit of overachieving, and whether all that work has and continues to be worth it.
Late February is always such a bummer. I never look forward to the intersection of filing taxes, completing my FAFSA, and worrying about next year’s funding. This period reminds me that for some people I’m an adult, but I still need to ask for my weekly allowance, so to speak. Talking about money is always awkward and it’s definitely impolite in any social situation; I hate even talking to myself about it. But unfortunately it’s a huge part of graduate student life and before I can discuss anything cute or interesting, I need to exorcise these demons.